| you have the right to remain dead |
[Oct. 22nd, 2004|10:58 am] |
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| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the god awful rap being played by students on the other side | ] |
Suicide attempts: six going on seven
Anyone have thirteen bullets to spare? i am surrounded by sad excuses of life form. twelve bullets to burrow into each ones throat and one for my own. one student (who needs no introductory) chewing on his ear phones, unaware that they have been comfortably nesting in his ear canal for the past 55 minutes. im sorey i did wrong leah. you could see the bind i was in. forgiveness please. three others happily kicking around a rabid hackey sack that looks like it had been previously owned by a hobo that had to sell it for a suit of drugs. im going to burn aren't i? well your burning with me doKtor morpheus. and the other eight students in this hazardous classroom with ceiling fans twirling at an abnormal rate are just listening to some untalented rap artist, black no doubt, at an ungodly volume. and lucky thirteen sitting in the corner of the room, trying to escape the reality of her life. well actually trying not to slice my wrists open and bleed myself clean, rocking backwards and forwards repeating 'only 34 minutes to go' then off again on my journey to see what destiny awaits me in maths B.
Ah did i just spend 20 minutes writing about my fellow class mates. tsk, tsk. apologies, apologies. Damn you Walt Whitman! Just had to write it down somewhere and rescue myself from the grim reapers tight grasp.
Courtesy of Leah (becky) Williams, who will undoubtabley throw up in my haggard face. |
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| Todays lesson... |
[Oct. 12th, 2004|08:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Cure | ] |
A tree enters and says with a bow: i am a tree.
A black tear falls from the sky and says: i am a bird.
Down a spiders web something like love comes near and says: i am silence.
But by the blackboard sprawls a national democratic horse in his waistcoat and repeats,
pricking his ears on every side,
repeats and repeats,
i am the engine of history.
We all love progress and courage and fighter's wrath.
Under the classroom door trickles a thin stream of blood.
For here begins the massacre of the innoncents. |
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| Ravenous |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lonely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AFI | ] |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
I have been swimming in the wrong waters so it seems. i have been dreaming within a dream far too often. Hence the time draws nearer from my waking eyes a quite thought that maybe, just maybe i like what has become. A childish obsession that has taken a sudden but sure turn left to a more dangerous course? i think NOT. do not be afraid, is only heart deep. nothing will be hurt except feelings. For six of the seven lousy days that the week has to offer i will be asphyxiated upon some ticking device as the hour closes in on the moment to utter heartbreak. Is it possible for one silly rabbit to make so clear all perfect existence? To bare (insert alias name) Neatrous Inmon Copple's name carved into my flesh against the owners personal will. For me, to you im like a flavour that wouldnt last. I will be insignificant rabbit. We must ask ourselves. what has this evolved into? an unhealthy lovesick obsession for rabbits? apart from stating the obvious. (lower cases and capitals) keep doing what your doing and you may end up wanting nothing more than to have never done what you already did. heed my words and one day you too can pray to lord vishnu to also claim the life a single sorrowful sin. For you id bleed myself dry. an for me? a bullet? a noose? or perhaps an all too familiar razor to save myself from the embarrassment of a one way infactuation. may i please be excused? i have a date with suicide. |
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| your just like dream |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|02:14 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | complacent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Cure | ] |
Hey baby, im doing what u told me. (ive decided im introducing bondage and S + M into our relationship)
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU... AND I WILL MARRY YOU.. Nic's my man, so back the fuck up, or get cut up... told you i'd do it.
show me show me show me how you do that trick,
the one that makes me scream she said
the one that makes me laugh she said,
threw her arms around my neck
show me how you do it, and i promise you
i promise that i'll run away with you
i'll run away with...
when i am with you there is no emoticon for what i feel.
you make me feel, you make me feel, you make me feel like a natural woman.
with a love that will echo through the ages xXx |
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| i know i'd sink without you |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|01:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | FFTL | ] |
|| YOUR SPARKLING EYES MAKE ME WEAK AT MY WORDS ||
who is this? that he commands even the waves and they obey him?
MY fucking GOD: NDF |
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| shift please before i move myself into a group called people not worth talking to. |
[Oct. 6th, 2004|09:29 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | enthralled | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the used | ] |
life to me, for me, is like being nailed to a wrecking ball. so remember kROSS YOUR FINGERS, NOT YOUR LEGS. so attention my rompy dopplegangers, why attend an event when you can be one. also its good to remember NEVER TOUCH ME UNTIL IM DRY. (it will smear). with admiration and respect for your inspired individuality. im about to excoriate myself. please dont laugh, its not a joke, im almost there. please refrain yourself from my cynisism please
nice to see you all again.
for now,
Marquis DeSade. (what do you think i am, an advocator of sadomasochistic virtues)
replace with
JonBenet Ramsey |
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| to all the people that didnt die... |
[Oct. 6th, 2004|08:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the used | ] |
Judge me, fuck you, stop playing god,
Your forked tongue prophecies,
carelessly caressing the wounds of the weak
People like you should be crucified,
then maybe just maybe you would have an idea
Of what you are talking about.
My only solace is that one day,
judgment will come for the wicked, then we will see who burns |
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